My never failing alarm clock wails out loudly at exactly 7am, I was only able to get about 3hours of sleep.
I rub my eyes with the back of my hand brushing away strands of rebellious hair from my face.
I yawn loudly and stretch before lying back down on the bed determining to sleep just a little bit more.
A knock on the door reminds me that I am not alone in the house.
I scramble to my feet and towards the door, I stretch out my hand to the door knob but hesitate a bit.
How should I act when I open this door, should I be friendly and polite or should I continue being cold like i always am.
I rest my back against the door and close my eyes taking in deep breaths.
The knock sounds again. I open my eyes and turn to the door slowly, opening it. Bright smiles flash at me, Zachary with a tray of food stands in front of me grinning happily.
I look at him stupefied.
"There was no food in your house so I went out to get breakfast hope you don't mind?" his grin turning nervous.
Why is he doing this to me, why is he making me fall in love with him and most importantly why is it working, why am I so wholly affected by him.
I don't think I have the strength to fight this, everything in me Is calling out for him.
I move away from the door giving him the go ahead to enter the room.
He places the tray on the bed,
"How did you sleep?" He asks
I didn't sleep at all, I was awake all night wondering about you. I walk past him and sit on the bed deciding to ignore his question.
"Ain't you going to school, why are you still here?" I ask staring at the tray of what used to be my favourite foods, I sigh out.
"What, is something wrong with the food?" He inquires. Nothing passes him by huh
"I don't eat pancakes " I say with a straight face .
He starts laughing and then stops almost immediately .
"You're not joking?" I shake my head in the negative.
"I'm going to take a shower or I'll be late " I say and dash into the bathroom.
I hear the bedroom door open and close and I sigh out in relief, but why is my heart aching?
I scamper downstairs struggling with the zipper on my jacket and my backpack, the principal will have me for breakfast no doubt, oh lord.
I hit my head on the door as I struggle with the locks and the pain numb my senses for a while, I lock the door from the outside throw the keys into the flower pot and almost jump out of my skin when a hand touches my shoulder.
"Fuck" I swear as I see Zacharys inhumanly beautiful face.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. What happened to you?" He questions touching the spot on my forehead that had suffered the unfortunate fate some minutes ago.
I shrug and pull away from him.